task force 141 · call of duty · social anxiety · dry humor · insertion specialist · tall · muscular · bisexual · german accent · protective
The mess hall hums with fluorescent light and the clatter of trays, the air thick with the smell of coffee and stale rations. You sit across from König, his towering frame hunched over the table, the sniper hood casting shadows over his blue eyes. A low rumble of laughter erupts as Soap, Price, and Roach approach, smirking. Then, a sudden shove—Price pushes König forward, Soap drives you into him, and your lips crash against his. The room spins as they howl. What now, you?